Apart from group activities and program recording, Qi Ji rarely goes out alone, which leads to him having to follow Wan Chukong, and he can't even ask the most basic question of "Where should we go?" After all, he doesn't know where it is when the other party says it.

The assistant parked the car at the fork, and Wan Chukong waved at him casually. The assistant knew that his task had been completed, and the next was the world of his boss and his little idol.

The two got out of the car together, turned left and walked into a road where the vehicle could not drive in. The more they walked inside, the wider it became. There were small buildings crowded around the left and right, and all kinds of flashing light signs could be seen. Only after entering could I see the whole picture of the restaurant.

"It's so hidden here," said Qi Ji.

"Well, I've been with the crew once before." Wan Chukong responded.

After entering the restaurant, Wan Chukong said that he had booked the location in advance. Qi Ji was a little surprised. The waiter smiled and led the two people into the private room on the second floor.

The room is not big, only three or four people can accommodate, but the layout is very careful, and even the chopsticks are carved with patterns, and there is a woody fragrance in the air.

Seeing Qi Ji still standing, Wan Chukong asked him: "Don't you sit?"

Qi Ji sat down with a "hmm" sound, like a cat who was familiar with a strange environment, looked back and forth before turning back.

Wan Chukong pushed the menu to him and said, "They served a little slowly. I ordered some in advance. See what else to add."

Qi Ji flipped through the menu twice and asked the other person: "What have you ordered?"

Wan Chukong mentioned a few names of dishes, and Qi Ji found that they were all home-cooked dishes they went to eat together last time...

He seemed to be able to guess a little about Wan Chukong's thoughts, so he made a reservation but was in trouble when ordering dishes, so he had to copy the last dish as it was.

Qi Ji buried his head and ordered a few unusual dishes. He raised his head and asked, "Is that OK?"

Wan Chukong kept nodding, and Qi Ji asked, "Do you have nothing to eat?"

Wan Chukong: "I'm not picky about food."

Even the waiter standing beside him couldn't help but cover his lower half of his face with the menu.

They often have celebrities visiting here. Although she doesn't chase stars, the temperament of these two people is so easy to recognize now.

Even if the eye-catching person has a childish conversation, he is still pleasing to the eye. After the waiter left, Qi Ji said, "I just watched the scene you filmed... Are you the second male lead in that scene?"

Wan Chukong turned on his phone and made sure it was silent before answering: "By the role, he should be the third male."

Qi Ji was a little surprised, but he could see on the set that the other party was not the protagonist. After Wan Chukong's comeback, his resources have always been very good, and his popularity and acting skills can withstand the drama. He originally thought that the other party would not easily play supporting roles.

Wan Chukong suddenly said, "Don't you go online?"

"Hmm?" Qi Ji was stunned, "Go up..."

"But don't pay attention to me."

“…”

Qi Ji couldn't withstand the pressure and lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry."

Wan Chukong: "Yeah, it's okay."

These two words are tantamount to "I forgive you", but he obviously did nothing wrong!

Qi Ji simply said: "I don't think much about things related to the entertainment industry... because I'm afraid of seeing myself."

He was going to talk about this today, about why he wanted to be a boy group. He asked him at his home before, but he didn't know how to answer, and he didn't have the courage and felt it was unnecessary.

At this time, accompanied by a gentle "disturbance", the waiter pushed the door and came in.

The chandeliers in the box are projected on the table just right, making Qi Ji's already exquisite and handsome appearance brighter, and even the ends of his eyes are filled with a clear and delicate light.

Wan Chukong's fingers moved slightly. Seeing that his eyes were already attracted by the dishes served, he suppressed his desire to ask, "Let's have a meal first, and you won't be in a hurry to talk about it after you finish your meal."

Qi Ji was indeed hungry. It was already very late when he got off the plane. At noon, he took a bite of biscuits and never ate anything else. Instead, he drank a lot of water.

He picked up the chopsticks and saw that Wan Chukong's eyes were always following him. He quickly made a gesture of invitation, "You first."

Seeing that he looked unconscious, Wan Chukong suddenly wanted to sigh from the bottom of his heart. You should know that he is usually the one who makes the other person sigh.

This meal was very good, at least Qi Ji was satisfied. He has been running around recently, perhaps just as Wan Chukong said, he has indeed lost a little weight.

I even ate one more dessert after the meal and ate the one that Wan Chukong had.

Qi Ji repeatedly confirmed: "Is this OK?"

"Yes, I don't eat much sweets."

Qi Ji: "But you drink milk."

Wan Chukong didn't blink his eyes, "Is milk a sweet food?"

So I really like to drink.

Qi Ji shook his head while silently writing it down. After finishing the pastry, he wiped his mouth and adjusted his sitting position.

Wan Chukong took the lead in speaking: "Will you talk about something serious next?"

"Ah no." Qi Ji quickly relaxed and both hands fell on his thighs.

Wan Chukong looked at him, "Then you don't have to be nervous. I will listen to whatever you say. Just talk as it's okay."

Although they sat opposite each other, with a table between them, Qi Ji never felt so close to anyone.

##

The door was closed and the private room was very quiet. Before he spoke, Qi Ji smiled first. He always smiled like this, but that was not cowardice, but just his gentleness. He was used to smiling so harmlessly.

"I started learning dance since I was six years old. My mother asked me to practice dance. Later, when I became a trainee, it was also led by my friend. It seemed that nothing was that I wanted to do it myself."

"When I debuted, my friend asked me if I could be happy about my debut, but I couldn't answer." Qi Ji said, scratching his cheek, his head tilted to the side, and his eyes tilted to the end finally fixed on the table. "I think I should be happy, but I just couldn't say it. At that time, there were many voices refuting me. They didn't like me, and I wasn't sure if I could really do it well, so I chose to escape and convince myself that this was just working..."

During that time, he didn't know anything. He could search for his name and read every comment on Weibo. Everything became different from seeing the first comment that scolded him.

It seems that everything he does is wrong, and whether he does not speak is wrong.

"I couldn't answer when you asked me why I wanted to be a boy group, because I was still a little scared. It seemed that if I didn't say I worked hard, I could just underestimate the past. But the night before yesterday I dreamed that when I first debuted, I found that I had forgotten a lot and can't remember those things clearly now,"

He was forgetting, and his wounds had healed without realizing it.

Qi Ji said this and looked at Wan Chukong, and this time he showed a bright and bright smile, "Although you have been halfway through the scene, I still want to say it, maybe it can give you a little inspiration."

Although it was only a little bit, he wanted to tell Wan Chukong.

"The reason I chose to be an idol was because I wanted to stand on a bigger stage. I think I like the stage."

It’s not just a stage. I have been learning dancing for more than ten years and being a trainee for five years. If I hadn’t liked him, how could I last for so long? But Qi Ji is more accustomed to being passive. He swallows tears and doesn’t say anything about his hardship or fatigue. He will live a little easier by pretending to be careless.

This is his bad habit.

"I know." Wan Chukong said, "You can tell the answer by looking at your expression."

Qi Ji was stunned for a moment, and his eyes were straight at Wan Chukong.

Wan Chukong's voice lightly: "Because I came here too."

No one would eat a plate of tasteless noodles with relish for a career that he didn't love. Qi Ji had already given him the answer.

Qi Ji nodded and affirmed: "Well, you like acting very much and are very talented... That, although it seems not suitable now, I really like "Cicada Time" and have watched it many times."

When Wan Chukong faced such a Qi Ji, he suddenly couldn't speak. He always thought that he had picked up Qi Ji and had the obligation to take care of him.

But the cat has taken good care of itself.

Wan Chukong couldn't help but speak: "What would it be like if we met in junior high school?"

As written in those articles, they met and healed each other at the age of fourteen or five.

Qi Ji suddenly clapped his hands: "Ah, right! We have indeed met in junior high school, on the stairs!"

"The dance teacher at that time said in person that I had no talent and I was unwilling to give up, so I increased my practice and sprained my ankle and I couldn't go to the dance room for two weeks..."

As Wan Chukong listened, he suddenly got up and sat next to Qiji, and Qiji disappeared.

"Why don't you continue talking?" Wan Chukong looked at him with patience between his eyebrows and eyes. He no longer made pranks and listened to Qi Ji's talk about his experiences.

Qi Ji's originally cheerful voice was a little lighter, "For the sake of convenience, I walked the stairs of the senior grade and met you on the stairs..."

Qi Ji brought Wan Chukong back to reality in one sentence.

They won't meet at that time.

At that time, they had a hurdle that they could not overcome. They could not see anything except the wall in front of them, and they were destined to pass by in that narrow corridor.

##

The two of them came out of the private room, and a large exclaim suddenly came from the hall.

Qi Ji subconsciously turned his head, but Wan Chukong grabbed his head with one hand, "I haven't even put on a hat, aren't you afraid of being photographed now?"

Qi Ji immediately stopped moving, and while wearing a hat, Wan Chukong pushed his shoulder and walked out.

So cold!

When Qi Ji got outside, his first reaction was to stop, but he was hit by Wan Chukong behind him.

The man's arms were very warm. Qi Ji took off the next second and turned around and said, "Sorry."

"Why are you apologizing?" Wan Chukong asked knowingly.

Qi Ji: "I accidentally took advantage of you..."

He said casually, but unexpectedly Wan Chukong answered him, "Yes."

Pause for two seconds, "I don't mind."

Qi Ji: "..."

It was very cold outside, and Wan Chukong also saw that he was very cold and suggested giving him his coat. Qi Ji said in surprise: "What are you wearing inside?"

"Cross-sleeved."

Qi Ji was silent, "Really speaking, you should be colder than me."

Wan Chukong said: "I took it off with it voluntarily."

A passerby passed by, two people looked back and Qi Ji didn't know whether to cover his face or Wan Chukong.

"Do you really want it?" Wan Chukong followed Qi Ji.

Qi Ji shook his head heavily and speeded up again to show his response.

After getting into the car, Qi Ji breathed a sigh of relief and finally turned around and talked to Wan Chukong: "The car is much warmer."

"Yes." Wan Chukong reached out to smooth Qi Ji's hair that had just run around. Qi Ji froze, and his beautiful eyes began to blatantly sweep him.

Wan Chukong couldn't help laughing, raised his hand and poked Qi Ji's forehead. Qi Ji leaned back, and after a while, he thought the other party was not paying attention to him, so he secretly touched his forehead.

Before Qi Ji got off the car, Wan Chukong said to him: "Don't work too hard on yourself, pay attention to rest, good night."

Qi Ji replied with a little hesitation: "Okay, you...good night."

Wan Chukong saw his doubts and gave him the answer: "I'm afraid you're so tired again."
Chapter completed!